Shook Ones Freestyle

(albüm: Pieces - 2015)

To all the killas and the hundred-dolla billas
And um, college kids and soccer moms and whoever the fuck else
Yo I ain't backing down for nothing, I ain't got no post-game
But if she wanna post game, man, I'm so game
Ain't looking for wifey though so I respect you acting proud
But just expect to stay a Miss, like when Shaq gets fouled
Lotta people's doubts, wish they could retract 'em now
Cause all my ex-opponents know my rhymes are a factor now
Yo some shit about to happen now
I'm heir to the throne like Bron's son, so I'm taking action now
Cause dudes fronting like they balling but be hacking, that's foul
I'm calling technicals, cause if you wanna get technical with this rapping shit they couldn't hang more than my testicles in an ice-infested pool in a vestibule in Antarctica that no working heating unit is central to
If all this fake shit in the mouths of these dentured dudes impresses you then shit, well, let me show you my dreams
Plot to get rich off bars, it's a rhyme scheme
But I don't prioritize the revenue cause paper's fragile, ask every piece that I put my pencil to and bodied
Shit, I ain't trying be indentured to the censored few who controlling incentives cause they cents-less too
Yeah, so I dare you call me a college rapper
I demolish rappers til' they don't call 'em rappers
Word to Hov, I take shots 'til they call 'em actors
The night falls and I take shots til I'm falling backwards
But never sloppy man, hear what I'm saying properly
Told me there ain't much room in this game, well no shitake
But I'm probly like top 3 under 25 when I drop these lyrical [?] cause when I start to spit all the cops cease
What you thought it was? It's Crafty
I'm emotionally damaged I just hope it ain't irreparable
I ain't seeing clearly so I'm bout to make a spectacle
Everybody see me and asking me "Yo, what's next for you?"
But I'm just tryna figure what's best to do just to get me through the [?] of strife that grow in my path and it seems to be rooted in the woe of my past
And I ain't got no problem telling someone so kiss my ass
Cause they ain't never put not one toe in my grass
And I ain't never had to shoulder none of y'all weight
See, when the shoe's on the other foot, well, it get pretty hard to walk straight
Especially here at our place where corpes rate taking second place to what's corporate
I'm just tryna paint a picture of our portrait
Like why she only text all the shit she won't say to your face?
Why everyone swallow up what the dominant portrays?
Why dudes get knocked? Cause nobody showed 'em the doorway
Like why there ain't good schools where the poor stay?
Why they don't stop and frisk Matthew like they do Jorge?
Why on the radio all the bullshit get more play?
Say you don't give a fuck I pray you instate a foreplay
Cause shit getting hectic you need to know
Like when Kendrick dropped that verse, now it's all about Control
They trying take us over, I ain't talking bout what Hova did to the owners of this beat
Man, I'm talking bout systems covert
And I'm telling you it ain't over
And all these fake-ass rappers better look over they shoulder